The Naughty List

“OH FUCK YEAH!” The girl screamed as she came. The young stud she was riding yelled as he came as well. After they calmed down and she rolled off him, they laid in bed for few minutes.

“Jake, that was amazing,” The teen said, playing with the boy's hardened abs.

Standing at 5'8”, 17 year old Jake Booth had a body most men would kill for. With his sandy blonde hair and chiseled body, the swim team captain had almost every girl and some boy's at school after him.

“Yeah, it was great, wasn't it?” He said. “Now, get the hell out of my house!”

She stared at him in shock. “W-what?” she asked.

“I said, 'get out'” he said flatly. “We fucked. That's all I wanted. Now leave.”

“B-but you said-” She choked, holding back tears.

“I say a lot of things. Like right now, I'm saying you need to get the hell out of my house.”

“I can't believe you!” She yelled as she gathered up her things. She quickly got dressed and left the house, slamming the door on the way out.

It wasn't the first time Jake had thrown a girl out like that. He had lost track of how many he tossed out like a used condom. Jake never knew his father, and his mother was constantly out of town on business, meaning Jake had the house to himself most of the time. As usual, his mother wasn't even in the country on Christmas Eve, and Jake would be spending Christmas Day alone again. He didn't care too much. Wondering what he would do tomorrow, as most places aren't open on Christmas, Jake went to bed, alone in his big house.

Around midnight, Jake was woken up by a loud sound on the roof, as if something had landed on there. Thinking that some stupid burglar had decided to play Santa, he quickly put on a shirt over his boxers and grabbed a baseball bat. He heard noises coming from the living room. As he slowly approached, he could see that someone had lit a fire in the fireplace. He entered the room, surprised at what he saw.

Sitting in front of the fireplace sat a beautiful woman. She looked to be about 35, and was wearing a skimpy red dress and a Santa hat, her long auburn hair coming out the back. She sat, sucking on a long, thick candy cane. She looked him in the eye and winked. Jake almost dropped the bat in surprise.

“Why, hello Jacob,” she said in a sultry voice. Jake did drop the bat this time. She stood up and slowly walked towards him. He noticed she was slightly taller than him as she approached.

“How do you know my name?” he demanded.

“I know more than your name,” she responded. “A lot more. I also know that you have been very naughty this year, Jacob.”

“What are you talking abou-” Jake was cut off as the woman threw what appeared to be red and green glitter in his face, and he passed out instantly.

Jake woke up not long after. He sat up on his knees and tried to move his arms, but he found that his arms were tied with what looked like wrapping ribbon.

“Awake?”

He looked up with a start and saw the woman in red staring down at him. He noticed she had taken off her shoes and hat, and was still sucking on the candy cane.

“Bitch, what did you do to me?” he yelled. She smacked him across the face with the candy cane.

“Watch your mouth, boy” she said. His cheek stung; She was a lot stronger than she looked. Jake chose his next words more carefully.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” he asked.

“Who am I?” she repeated. “Why, I'm Mrs. Claus dear.”

“What? No, seriously, who are you?”

“I just told you. I am Mrs. Claus. And you are Jacob Anthony Booth, born November 8th, 1994.”

Jake sat there stunned. How did she know that? “But, Mrs. Claus is supposed to be old...”

She laughed. “Of course I'm old, dear. But I'm also magic. If my husband can visit every house in the world in one night, what makes y

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